Success is not final, failure is not fatal

My daughter stands still, looking out on the ocean, the waves of the retreating tide gently splashing against her ankles. She holds her newly-purchased skim board in front of her, patiently awaiting the optimal combination of incoming and outgoing waves. The moment arrives. At an unseen signal, she moves quickly from right to left, throws…

There is a world elsewhere

My father died on the day after my 23rd birthday. Now, almost 25 years later, I often wonder what things would have been like – what I would have been like – had he survived. These thoughts find a sharper focus now because, when my father was my age, he had less than three years…